#needed a break from the wip

[onlygenxhere]

Cravings

Luke woke up with a start. He’d been dreaming he’d lost Julie in IKEA and couldn’t find her. He rolled over in the bed reaching out to pull her into his arms only to come up empty.

He sat up abruptly, instantly awake.

“Julie?” He called out quietly.

The clock on her bedside table read 1:35am.

Where could she be?

Luke slid out of bed, the only light in the room coming from the clock.

“Jules?” he called again.

He carefully moved toward the bathroom, maybe she was sick again.

He pushed open the door and switched on the light.

No Julie.

He turned toward the closed bedroom door and opened it, finally noticing a dim light coming from down the hall.

Luke moved quickly, the light not getting much brighter as he got closer to the kitchen where it seemed to be coming from.

He rounded the corner and stopped.

Julie was leaning against the island in the middle of their kitchen eating… something.

“Jules?”

She jerked her head up quickly, her eyes wide like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t.

The only light in the room was coming from the little light over the stove behind her.  

“What are you doing up baby?”     

She swallowed what she was eating as he moved closer.

“I was hungry.”

He stopped in front of her looking down at what she was having as a late night snack.

“Are you eating pickles and peanut butter?”

She licked her lips and looked back down at the dill pickle in her hand just before she used it to scoop out some peanut butter and took a crunchy bite. “It’s surprisingly good.” She said as she chewed.

Luke couldn’t help grin at her. He was known to eat what others considered strange combinations of food. Alex gave him the most crap about it but Julie had been known to tease him from time to time too.

He reached over and pulled out a pickle spear of his own and scooped out a little bit of peanut butter with it and took a bite.

It wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever had but definitely not something he’d choose to eat.

He swallowed, “So is this what they call a pregnancy craving?”

Julie grinned taking another bite of peanut butter covered pickle. “Well I am pregnant.”

Luke’s grin grew into a full sized smile. “Yes you are.”

“We are.” She winked at him as she took another bite.

He leaned on the counter and looked up at her. “My part’s kinda done for the next few months. Pretty sure you’re doing all the work.” Luke reached over and laid his hand on the barely there bump of her stomach. They were twelve weeks in and she had just started to show a couple weeks ago.

“Don’t get me wrong, I want to help however I can.” He ducked his head, “Just not sure what I can do.”

Julie scoffed and took another bite of peanut buttered pickle. “You cleaned me and the bed up this morning when I threw up everywhere. That was pretty damn helpful.”

Luke nodded. Yeah that wasn’t fun but Julie had been throwing up off and on for six weeks. This morning was only the second time it had taken her by surprise and she hadn’t made it to the bathroom.

He’d much rather clean up the mess than be the one getting sick.

He pointed at her very interesting snack. “Speaking of getting sick, are you sure that’s the best thing to be eating?”

Julie looked at the jar of peanut butter in front of her with a fresh pickle spear in her hand. She dropped the pickle back in its jar and looked up at Luke, “Probably not.”

He reached over and put the top back on the peanut butter taking it back to its home in the pantry.

Luke looked over his shoulder at Julie as she put the pickles back in the fridge. “You still hungry?”

She shut the door and placed her hands on her stomach. “I think we’re good,” she said looking up at him with a smile.

He couldn’t help but grin back at her as he moved over to her and knelt at her feet so he could have a conversation with their kid.

“So I’ma need you to stop making your mama sick, ok little one?” he said with his lips against her stomach. “If you don’t make her sick she’ll keep feeding you crazy things like pickles dipped in peanut butter.”

Julie hummed, “Oh, bacon and nutella sound really good too.”

Luke laughed and looked up at his wife who was smiling down at him. “You hear that bean? You keep everything down tomorrow and I’ll make some bacon for your mama in the morning that she’ll dip in some chocolate for you.”

Julie laughed and reached down pulling Luke to his feet. “Ok, that’s enough chatting for tonight.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Take me to bed?”

He scooped her up in his arms and she squeaked.

“More than happy to boss.”

-- Inspired by @missjoolee fic from last week.

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[spacedlexi]

wanted to draw something new today :)

[radiance1]

Based on this post.

"You're odd."

Tim turned to Danny, who was braiding one of the younger horses' mane and tiled his head. "Am I?" He asked, continuing to run a brush through the mane of his father's caretaker's steed. "I don't think I'm odd."

"Well yea, cause you're you." Danny huffed and gestured at his with one hand, pulling it back to comfort the foal in his lap before recontinuing to braid. "It's not bad, not really. But I thought Fright Knight just cared about serving the Ghost King and betraying him occasionally." Danny sniffed. "I didn't think he had an actual life beyond that and then boom! You appeared." Due to having his hands full, he gestured at Tim with his chin.

"And that's... odd?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Tim looked up at the sky, the clear night sky full of twinkling stars that he would have never seen in Gotham. By now he would be sneaking out of his manor to try and catch more pictures of the ever-elusive Batman and Robin. He was so close to figuring out who they were.

He just knew it.

Unconsciously, his hands slowed down until they stopped entirely. Eyes squinting as he pulled up what pictures he had in his memory and trying to connect the dots.

An arm wrapping around his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. "Don't take it too hard. I'm odd, you're odd, we're both odd." Tim thinks there was a misunderstanding here. "Me and you? We're odd buddies!"

Tim blinked.

He blinked again.

Something warm was in his chest.

"Odd buddies?" He asked and Danny presented his pinkie finger with a smile. "Odd buddies!"

That was the first pinkie promise Tim ever made.

//////////////////////

The infinite Realms has recognized the bond established between the Ward of Time and War and the Ward of Fear.

//////////////////////

"You're odd." Red Robin stated, arms crossed over his chest and both voice and expression flat.

The Ghost Prince, most recent potential addition to the Justice League, merely shrugged. "You're odd too." He said, sending a finger gun in the vigilante's direction.

Warmth bloomed in his chest when he saw the look of recognition and mirth in the Ghost Prince's eyes.

He didn't forget him.

Red Robin held up hand, pinkie finger extended and a smirk on his lips as he tilted his head slightly. "Odd buddies?"

The Ghost Prince mirrored his smirk, and curled his pinkie around Red Robin's.

"Odd buddies."

[iamespecter]

Sorry for being such a poopyhead and letting my negative emotions take ahold of me and control my thought process for nearly 3 days guys anyways self-esteem has been recovered (somewhat) and now I'm just doing a colorblind challenge using Caine to test if I can still paint

(I disabled colors on my screens and therefore CANNOT see any of the colors even in this screenshot, I'm relying purely on values and all I can see are black and whites) (EDIT: Okay, I forgot the exception to this challenge was Caine's eyes because I wanted it to be the same as his original palette just in case this attempt's palette was too unrecognizable.)

I also discovered I like cooking as a hobby during those 3 days of self-reflection. I should stop being terminally online more often

[muckyschmuck]

ya i’d be pissed if i was using a fuck ass flip phone keyboard too

[moodlesmain]

Hi. Look at this.

I just spent two days straight making a digital conspiracy board trying to piece together my favourite genre that isn't really a genre and more just a very particular niche which doesn't really have a name.

If you want to look I reccomend downloading and zooming in on the image to read everything LMAO, I want to try and convert it to a page on my neocities at some point so its easier to view but for now you guys just get a big ol' jpeg. You're welcome :)

[jade-of-mourning]

sorry sometimes i think about mako and my heart hurts so much. this kid raised himself and his brother on the streets in homelessness and utter poverty from eight through fifteen, promptly after seeing the violent death of his mother and father. he turned to the triple threats because they couldn't survive as a pair of wretched kids without any adult support, and the environment forced him to turn into the exact character that killed his parents in a terrible twist of irony. and after sheer-fucking-luck hits and they aren't homeless anymore, their livelihood wavers on the outcome of what's a literally game to everyone but them; and after things are finally starting to look up and their team is going places and things just might be okay, his gradually stabilizing world unceremoniously expands and everything goes to shit.

and the city that chewed him up and spat him back out, ruined him as a child and took away his ability to stay afloat in a true sense of normalcy as an adult — when it's on the verge of destruction and falling to pieces before his eyes, he gives himself to save it with the full expectation to die. he went from the kid who didn't and couldn't care about anything outside of himself and his brother, to finding redemption for his younger self in his police work despite its injustice against him, to willingly sacrificing himself to a world that had never loved him.

he's a desperate people pleaser, socially and emotionally stunted for the adult he had to be as a kid, unable to navigate interpersonal relationships easily yet still trying his damned hardest. he's intensely and entirely devoted to the things that matter to him and for so long it was only him, bolin, and ensuring their survival — yet by the end, that devotion has expanded to protecting the rest of the world. he starts out entirely self-reliant and ends in trusting the people he cares about to know their own needs, to be able to take care of themselves, to be okay without him despite having spent so much of his life defined by his role in others' well-being.

just. what the fuck i'm such a big fan of this fictional guy and i'm unashamed about it at this point. also let him cry please (if you won't i'll do it i'll let him cry)

[mxxnlightwriting]

reminder that more often than not, it's important to take breaks from writing instead of forcing yourself through it. listen to your body and intuition.

i say this as someone who writes almost every day. sometimes, that isn't sustainable. sometimes, you need to take breaks from your projects because you're tired from working on them. i have to admit that understanding when to stop and take a break is a skill in itself, but with time, you will master it. you've got this. if not today, then tomorrow.

today, you rest. tomorrow, if you feel like writing, great! if not, rest a bit more. you know yourself better than anyone else. so trust yourself to know when to get back into writing. and don't punish yourself for not doing it.

[mintaii]

wip...........

[mozzygan]

the boy 🖤

did a redraw of the first chat noir i ever drew! (digitally at least lol) i think i like how it turned out

left version drawn sept 2019. right drawn april 2024 work time for the new new ver: ~30mins

[turbo-tsundere]

Back to the regular programming. Have a wip! Still working on that thing. Things still progress as they were - sometimes I sit and draw a lot in one go, then I have to put it off for many weeks at a time; or I simply just don't have that much energy/focus to be creative - just life being life. But I'm forging ahead. With the help of my friend, all typos or grammar mistakes are now fixed, too, so that's one thing I thankfully don't have to think about anymore. Now I "just" need to keep and keep and keep on drawing, until it's all finished. Wish me luck.

[glitchedshark]

this is how he exists in my mind

[onion-orlesien]

Here's my participation to Bring Me That Horizon, a Pirates of the Caribbean fanzine made for the 20th anniversary of the first movie. Thank you @20yrsofpirateszine for the opportunity and all the work, and @elventhespian for helping me with the dialogues! I enjoyed every second of working on this comic, which was surprising given the amount of background furniture-- It was my first contribution to a fanzine and it was so much fun to see it come to life as everyone shared what they'd been working on, and to follow each stage until the final steps. Definitely keeping my eyes open for other zines projects now!

[persnickety-doodles]

so about that companion piece… 🥲 wip

[sciderman]

Sci, six armed Peter fic when